The chill of early spring lingered; at this moment when warmth was beginning to overcome cold, this afternoon the sky was particularly overcast.
Considerately, Chuntao brought a shawl for Ruoxi and gently urged her not to wander far.
Ruoxi nodded slightly, her gaze resting on the horizon, her heart beating with uncertainty, unsure if a spring rain would descend tomorrow, disrupting their planned outing.
After two years away, she felt a sense of unfamiliarity upon returning home.
Especially the rear courtyard; the scenery seemed to have changed somewhat, Ruoxi suspected this was likely the handiwork of Old Mrs. Xu.
However, she wasn't too concerned about it.
Not far away, several servants were chopping wood with their shirts off.
Seeing Ruoxi approaching, they hastily put on their clothes and knelt down in fear to greet her.
Ruoxi gestured for them to dispense with formalities and continued on her way.
